Friday, July 1, 2011

In the town where I was raised, the clocks tick and the cattle graze...

It's a well-known fact that I have a love-hate relationship with my hometown. I grew up there thinking, "I can't wait to get out, I hate this place", but that was wrong. I love Chatsworth; what I hate is that almost everyone that lives there seems to be nosey, narrow-minded and ridiculously conservative. It took leaving there to really open my eyes and see the world for what it is, not just what people wanted me to see. I've changed a lot since I left simply because I have been able to experience life in an unsheltered state of mind and without worry about who was going to be gossipping about me at the hair salon the next morning.

It definitely has its ups and downs, but it's home, and I love it. When I turn onto Highway 411, my heart smiles and I roll down the windows. I see Fort Mountain to my right and I know... this place has a piece of my heart that will never ever be replaced. I may not ever live there again, but it will always be "home".



There is a playlist on my iPod called "Chatsworth". In case you were curious, this is what it consists of:
  • Famous in a Small Town by Miranda Lambert
  • Small Town USA by Justin Moore
  • Hick Town by Jason Aldean
  • These Are My People by Rodney Atkins
  • We Rode in Trucks by Luke Bryan
  • Kick It in the Sticks by Brantley Gilbert
  • My Town by Montgomery Gentry
  • Suds in the Bucket by Sara Evans
  • John Deere Green by Joe Diffie
  • Small Town Girl by Kellie Pickler
  • Tattoos on This Town by Jason Aldean
  • Wal-Mart Parking Lot by Chris Cagle
  • Back Where I Come From by Kenny Chesney

1 comment:

  1. I can relate to this blog 110%! You sure you don't want to move back? I said I never would, but here I am and I will probably never leave again.

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